Let's see if you're a better fuck.

You reach down, grab her by the arm, and half drag, half toss her into a black leather armchair. As you stare down at her, your prick a rigid attention, she recovers somewhat and looks up at you with her bratty smile again. “Ooh, are you gonna put that big hard cock into my tight little pussy?” she says, spreading and lifting her legs.

You reach down as she grabs the back of her calves and draws her legs back to her shoulders. The shivers as you extend one finger into her cunt, slowly pushing it in, slowing pulling it out. She’s wet. “Sa please,” you say.

“_Please _stick your big hard cock into my tight little pussy, please mister sir aaahhee!” she squeals as you thrust yourself into her. Her ankles hit your shoulders as she grips the arms of the chair and you drive in deeper, deeper, then pull out and piston in again.

“Bighardcock! Bighardcock! Bighardfuckshitfuck cock!” she chants as you driver into her, harder, faster, idly wondering how soundproof this office is. You grab her tits, gripping them, feeling the hard nipples under your palms. Her grin is maniacal now, her blue eyes wild, her chest heaving. Her ankles close around your neck, her hips grind against you as you thrust again and again and again until you feel her body shake and her cunt spasm. “Fuck fuck fuck Jesus god FUCK!” she shrieks as she goes limp.

You’re still going though, a volcano inside you ready to blow, and as she silently shivers and clenches again your red hot fire erupts within her with a groan.

You pull out, leaving her flopped in the chair like a rag doll. Ms. Bishop strides up and kneels next to you, cleaning your cock with her mouth. After a moment she takes it out of her mouth, begins to dry it with a handkerchief, and looks up. “You have the Shanghai call in 16 minutes,” she says.

You think for a minute as the wheels of a plan click into place. The question is, draw out the dance or go straight for the climax?